She's Poppin'

Tessa could only imagine the earth shaking and vibrating beneath her feet with each heavy step on the asphalt: stomp, stomp, stomp!

Customers in line saw her coming - how could they not? - and watched with enormous eyes as she wobbled toward them: an awkward caricature of women’s ideals with a feminine bubble butt wagging and birthing hips swaying. They knew a big fat-bottomed girl like her would need every inch available if she was going to make it through the front door, and so they began to clear the way. Their awestruck gazes had Tessa blushing.

“Damn she be thick!” Someone whispered as she hobbled by with short, stunted steps. Tessa blushed all the more. She wasn’t sure if that was meant to be a compliment or not, but she’d take it!

Chapter Seven:

Styrofoam cups were flying and blenders whirring. Emily was frazzled behind the counter with her perfect blonde waves tied back in a frizzy pony and droplets of sweat beading up on her forehead.

“Hi, Emily, I’m here!” Tessa called. Emily did a double take in her direction.

“I see that!” She exclaimed as Tessa tried to squeeze behind the counter. Her broad hips wouldn’t fit and she didn’t want to risk getting stuck. So, she shimmied through sideways and popped out the other side. An ominous gurgle bubbled in her stomach and she fumbled quickly for her Gas X, popping another tablet.

Emily leaned nearer to Tessa. “Did you get implants or something?” she whispered.
“No, I just -”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Tessa. Is it because of what happened yesterday? With that one guy? Are you trying to … boost your desirability?” She looked Tessa up and down with a questioning eye, clearly doubting that anyone would desire her new shape.

“I just gained a lot of weight is all,” Tessa explained. Well, it was the truth! “I’m going to start working it off at the gym as soon as I can.”

“Excuse me? Miss!” Someone called at the counter, waving his credit card.

“I’ll be right there!” Emily replied, then turned to Tessa. “Fine, whatever. Just go take some orders. We’re swamped as fuck right now and I’m about to lose my damn mind.”

Tessa nodded and took her place at the register with a big smile. Some part of her was hoping that this would be when the silver lining showed itself, that her fantasy would come true and she would be tipped by so many generous customers that she would have to shove the cash down the back of her overfilled yoga pants. She’d seen first hand how much money big booty girls got, especially Emily who was constantly showing her up - now, with the biggest booty in town - she was going to be rich!

As the minutes ticked by and the customers left one by one without tipping so much as a penny, Tessa began to worry. nearly twenty minutes into serving customers and not a single one had given her a tip. Even with her flat butt she would have gotten more than $0! She’d tried everything, too. Waggling it exaggeratedly as she turned to get them their order number, popping it out when she bent over to grab something off the lower shelf. None of it elicited even a glance let alone a tip. In fact, most of the people she served seemed to be actively avoiding looking at her.

Meanwhile, Emily was a disaster area with her hair and makeup in a mess, but her plump ass was as perky and round as ever with several $5 and some $10 bills peeking out of her back pocket. Tessa figured her own gargantuan booty was at least four or five times the size of Emily’s, yet she had nothing. She was beginning to think that her massive rear was turning people off instead of on.

There was a lull in the cafe, and Tessa popped another Gas X to stave off a faint grumbling in her bowels that threatened to grow into a full-on fart storm. No more farting, she thought with a smile then turned to get herself a drink of water, accidentally bouncing her butt off Emily in the process.

“Oops, sorry!” she apologized as Emily staggered backwards into the counter.

“Tessa!" She scolded, then slicked back her frizzy hair. "If you spent money on those implants you ought to get a refund!"

"There is nothing wrong with my ass!" Tessa retorted. Not because she believed what she had just said, but because she couldn't let Emily know that she was unhappy with her body.

"How on earth are you going to function with a butt that big?" Emily asked.

Tessa sipped her water and shrugged. "It's been fine so far."

"It won't be fine when you take out the whole prep station!"

"Seriously," Tessa rolled her eyes then leaned down to sit on a stool. As she dropped her weighty butt onto the seat, it collapsed under her with a crash! sending her ass-first to the floor with a cushioned plop. Gasping and covered in water that had splashed into her face, Tessa tried to get up off the floor. She felt like a turtle stuck on it's back while she wobbled and flailed, trying to gain her footing to heft her lower body back to standing. Eventually Emily stepped in and helped drag her to her feet.

"There you go," Emily said and picked up splinters of wood from the busted stool while Tessa brushed herself off.

"I'm sorry about that," she apologized, for the third time today. The heat that pricked across her face told her she was bright red with shame. She had just proven Emily right: she couldn't function in normal life when she was so massive.

"You should go home, Tessa. I can handle things from here," Emily sighed. But Tessa was desperate to prove she was still useful.

"Hold on, I can help!" She cried and bent over to grab a splintered stool leg. As she did, her round butt stuck out and knocked a bottle of hazelnut flavored syrup off the shelf. Dark brown goop seeped out across the hardwood floor.

"Just stop and go home!" Emily ordered. "You're only making things worse!"

Tessa stood upright in shock. "O-o-okay," she said and wiggled her way out from behind the counter before clamoring out the front door as Emily looked on with a mask of frustration.

This was it … her life was ruined.

Chapter Eight:

Tessa was laying belly-down on her bed with her naked ass cheeks sticking up and spread out like the halves of two beach balls. Without the support and containment of her yoga pants, her rear end rippled and jiggled like jello at the slightest movement. Tessa couldn't help but be unnerved at the sensation. She had hoped for a perky, chubby butt with a natural shimmy, but this mountainous flabby cellulite ass seemed to be wagging around constantly.

She imagined waddling her fat ass into the party at Logan's tomorrow evening: bulbous butt wiggling about on the dance floor, knocking into everyone near her. There was no doubt she would have the biggest butt there and the more she pictured it, the quicker her excitement was fading. Maybe the woman at Target was right. Maybe she should tape a "wide load" sign to her so that people could steer clear of her dangerously huge butt! Tessa frowned at the thought of it.

Only the thought of Logan was enough to keep the spark of excitement alive. Her cheeks were pretty big this morning in composition class and she farted in front of everyone- yet he asked her out. Sure, her size now eclipsed what she was this morning but maybe he wouldn't mind. There must have been something special about her that Logan saw, and if he was willing to put up with her big behind, he was worth pursuing. Tessa couldn't help but think that her huge rear would only be attractive to a man with an acquired taste. She couldn't afford to be too picky or let interested men slip through the cracks and Logan was an interested man.

Gggrrrug. Tessa's stomach rumbled and she popped another Gas X, the 5th one this hour!

Can you overdose on Gas X? She wondered, then laid her head back down on the mattress with a sigh. And what about her classes tomorrow? She got lucky that she only had one today, but her schedule for tomorrow included Literature 101, Statistics, Public Speaking, Sociology, Biology lab, and Psychology 101. Most of them were in the Wright building, too, and she didn't know if she could bear to show her face there again! Maybe I just need a break for one day to process all this, she thought. After all, it was a big change that would need adjusting and there was no harm in taking one day off of school and returning next week.

After much thought, Tessa decided to spend tomorrow at the gym instead, to get started on working off her flab. She reached back and grabbed some fat. Her hand felt minuscule compared to her lumpy buttcheeks. They seemed like rising dough spilling out of a pan. Tessa managed to adjust herself into bed and snuggle up beneath the covers. Tomorrow night she would squeeze into her new yoga pants, and give Logan a night to remember.

Pooooot! Tessa startled awake at the sound of a fart. In a panic, she reached out for her Gas X and popped a tablet. She threw off her covers and shrieked in horror. Her hips were nearly as wide as her double bed, her fatty legs were as big and round as a couple of kegs. Not to mention her butt that was so gargantuan it felt like her lower body was being propped up by two extra large beanbag chairs. Tessa began to sob and hiccup with grief. Her dorm room stank to high heaven and she could only conclude that she had been farting all night in her sleep!

"Okay, I can't freak out! I just have to get up," Tessa said to herself as she brushed the tears off her face.

With a lot of effort, she propped herself up and tried to maneuver her legs over the side of the bed. It wasn't easy to move their jiggling weight, but she finally got her feet on the floor, big ass spread out beneath and behind her, fat legs squeezed together in front. Her broad and squishy lap was big enough for an adult to curl up on! She smoothed her hands across her thighs, distraught by just how huge they were.

Tessa spied the yoga pants on the floor that looked absolutely tiny. They barely fit yesterday without stretching the seams, there was no way she could shove her lower body into them, or any pants for that matter. She was balking at being a size 20 yesterday, well, now she was off the charts!

Tonight was Logan's party and she was tempted to stay home out of pure humiliation. But part of her didn't want to let her predicament rule her life. Come hell or high water, she would have to live with it. But how would she go to Logan's party when all of her clothes, and all clothes in existence, were too small to cover her?

Grrrrug. Tessa quickly popped another Gas X and glanced around the room, searching for anything she might be able to wear in her open closet, on her floor ... as she looked down at her sheets, a brilliant idea suddenly popped into her head ...
Tessa wasn't prepared for the simple act of walking to be such a chore. It took a lot of effort to get her body moving and even then, the rubbing of her thighs and sensation of her fat rolls wiggling as she waddled forward wasn't pleasant. At long last, she made it across the room and pulled a small sewing kit out of her desk drawer. She wasn't the greatest seamstress in the world, but it would do.

All morning and afternoon, Tessa worked at sewing herself a skirt. She pricked her finger a few times and had to rip out some stitches, but the sky blue top sheet off her bed was just enough material to work as a makeshift skirt. In the end, as she slipped the garment over her small upper body and draped it over her enormous lower body, it actually looked okay! It hit her right at the knee, and sure she could see the lumpy rolls where the material clung around her behind, but for the most part, it kept her covered. Tessa looked at her phone. Was it really almost 9pm?! She figured she had better get her fat ass moving.

Thankfully, the party was only a block away, since Tessa wouldn't be fitting in any cars, she would have to walk.

Tessa was truly a vision with her full face of makeup and sexy black top that made her boobs look like they were barely contained. She knew there would be no concealing her monster of a butt, yet still hoped it would be ignored at the party.

Glug grrrrrr Tessa's bowels churned. She popped another pill to stave off any gas that was threatening to escape, then propelled her weighty body forward, thighs rubbing and squishing together. The first obstacle she encountered was fitting through the front door. Her hips hit the sides trying to walk through head-on, but going through sideways would be out of the question with how far her buttcheeks stuck out behind her. She managed to wiggle and waggle and shimmy through at an odd sideways angle until she heaved herself out the other side.

"Hmmph!" Tessa grunted and straightened her skirt as she hobbled onward. One slow step with her right leg sent her left hip swinging up and her buttcheek brushing the wall of the narrow hallway. One slow step with her left leg had her right hip and buttcheek swinging. Although she could see the front door at the end of the hall leading outside, she had the sinking feeling that this was going to be a long walk. After another minute of painfully slow and difficult steps forward, Tessa made it to the door. Squeezing and wriggling through left her breathless on the other side. She had made it out!

The walk to the big white house on Chestnut street felt like a perilous climb. Tessa trudged forward, cringing every time a car passed her on the street. "No. You're not a freak, Tessa!" She reminded herself, grunting as she swung her foot forward and plopped it onto the sidewalk, feeling a ripple run through her fatty thighs and ass with the impact. Then, the other foot. "You're a beautiful young woman. A big, beautiful young woman with a sexy butt!" She sensed her rear end tremble with another step. One after the other, she trudged along until she stood before the big white house, feeling the beat of the dance music pulse through her.

Chapter Nine:

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear then rang the doorbell. Music and the scent of cheap beer poured out of the house as the door opened. Logan held open the heavy door and leaned against the frame. He was as handsome as ever in his hoodie and joggers with a red cup in his hand, brown eyes intense. They seemed to scan Tessa up and down and she blushed under his gaze. What are the odds that this sexy guy would have interest in her?

"Wow," Logan said, then cleared his throat. "You look great, Tessa."

Tessa thought he must be lying, but there was only honesty in his voice and on the elated expression that shone across his chiseled face.

She nodded sheepishly. "Thank you."

Logan gestured for her to come inside. Feeling welcomed, she stepped in only to get stuck partway through the front door.

"Oh!" She exclaimed. Logan jumped in, eager to help.

"Here, let's just …" he tugged a bit on her arm as she wiggled her butt back and forth, shimmying through the narrow opening. All at once she popped out on the other side and stumbled forward. Logan caught her and propped her back up until she gained her balance.

"Thank you," she said again, staring into his starry eyes. The two of them shared an intimate connection if only for a moment, until Tessa tore her eyes from his. 'Once he gets a load of my badonk a donk he will ghost me. Best not to get too excited,' she thought and turned toward the party. Several people were lazing around the living room drinking.

"Did you want to come to my room? It's quieter in there," Logan asked.

Tessa nodded just as her stomach gave a loud growl. She fumbled desperately for her Gas X, only to feel a small fart eek out with a high pitched squeak. Her already massive lower body packed on another pound or two of fat. Tessa swallowed down a tablet and blushed when she noticed the party goers shooting disgusted looks in her direction.

"Sorry about that," she said, sweating with embarrassment.

"Let's just get somewhere more private," Logan said then took Tessa's hand.

She looked up at him in shock and surprise. After all this, he still was interested in her? Without another word, he led her down a hall and through his bedroom door, patiently guiding her along as she struggled to move forward and squeeze into his bedroom. The door shut behind them and in the quiet of the bedroom with Logan before her, Tessa breathed at last.

"I'm going to be honest," Logan said.

"I'd prefer it if you were," Tessa replied, rubbing an ache out of her plump hip. Forcing herself through doorways was becoming a literal pain in the butt.

"I find you incredibly sexy," Logan said, taking both her hands in his with an affectionate smile.

Tessa grinned, feeling like a giddy girl who just got asked to prom by her crush. He was so hot! And in spite of her odd proportions, he liked her! He actually liked her!
The two of them peered at each other for a moment, and Tessa could feel the intensity of his gaze grow. Eyes narrowing, peering into hers, drawing her in with a magnetic pull she couldn't fight. Tessa knew he could feel it too as he licked his lips. Then, without warning, they dove into a passionate kiss that led to another, and another, until all self control was out the window and they were deep in the throes of a makeout session.

Logan's hands wandered over Tessa's broad hips and he pulled them closer to him until she was standing snug against his body. Her hands grasped at his shirt, pulling and tugging and desperately wanting to feel his skin, to touch his toned abs. Take it off already! A pained moan escaped her lips that were latched onto his, and a strange sensation unnerved her: a sensation of wetness pooling up between her buttcheeks.

Tessa had never felt this before … but she hoped it was just sweat. Yeah, sweat! After all, girls with big butts had to deal with sweat, right? Things were getting hot and heavy, it made perfect sense! But the more Logan touched her, and squeezed her, and kissed her, the more wetness she felt at her asshole. In fact, her pussy should have been dripping wet by now, since she was with her sexy crush who was kissing her with the fervor of a mad man. Instead, the only moisture she felt was between her burgeoning cheeks, and if she wasn't mistaken, her butthole seemed almost, tingly.

Tessa soon found herself being pushed slowly and gently toward the bed. She jiggled a few steps backward and when her butt touched the mattress, she bent forward a bit and twerked it up onto the bed. From there she could wiggle her hips back and forth, shimmying it onto the mattress. When she was finally sitting, awkwardly perched on the bed, Logan bent down and continued to kiss her soft lips and draw himself closer and closer to her. His broad hands wandered lower and lower until Tessa felt the skirt ride up her legs.

He's pulling up my skirt, she thought, shuddering with anticipation. Logan touched her exposed thighs gently and Tessa took his cue, awkwardly moving her massive thighs outward until they were at last spread apart, revealing the pussy between them: smooth, pink, hairless.

Fingers moved deftly around her folds as Logan kissed her, rubbing her clit. But Tessa felt nothing. Not even a hint of sexual pleasure. Logan may as well have been touching her arm or her leg. She frowned, wondering how her pussy could be so unresponsive to the sensual touch of a handsome man. By now it should have been buzzing with the thrill! Why was she so … numb?

Logan seemed to pick up on her unease.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, pulling his lips away from hers and his hand away from her opening.

"I'm sorry, Logan." Tessa closed her legs. "I don't feel much down there," she replied. "I'm not very sensitive for some reason."

"Maybe you need to be warmed up?"

"No, it's not that at all, you're great!" Tessa said. She couldn't even remember the last time she was this warmed up! Her pussy should have been ready to go, but it wasn't. It was like a dry barren wasteland of numbness. "I just … am not feeling much I guess." Even as Tessa said it, she felt a shock of horniness run through her, not through her vagina, but through her asshole!